One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1055 | 2020-11-20 05:11:52 | 40.39 | 96% |
| 406 | 2020-09-02 08:02:12 | 43.97 | 97% |